Текст песни Сруб - Шепот и вой болот

How many years I have left to live?
Over the Cuckoo through the forest
Before swamps where walking shadow,
Under lilies crying devil.

How much strength left to believe?
The black dress is lying on the bottom
Your anger with silence in the hand
The devil laughs on a leash.

(Only) Turn around three times a night
Where the dew fell, a daughter
Him. Sorrows cold sweat.
You hear the whisper and wail swamps?

How many trails we have yet to go
Before the gate of the cherished?
Wind drinking our blood with the moon
The stones falling path.

What shall be the sign to us?
While the bell keeps dream
Again, well, where is he,
The one who will burn the enemies of the soul.

Black marsh
Himself waking.
Red Sunrise
Himself waking.
Month tricky
Himself waking.
In the mirror a bit
Himself waking.